Great Maxism from Nanny Jenn:

“Jenn, why are you driving so slow?”

“Well I have to be careful so I don’t hit a car and someone gets hurt.”

“Well, you can always say you’re sorry.”

Ba-dum-dum.

Today was just one of those days. We got home late (after naptime) and Max whined all through his lunch. It was too spicy. He didn’t want it. Can he have some more milk. My fuse got shorter and shorter. I just kept saying, “Hurry up. Eat. Eat.” For no good reason. But you know what? Sometimes it’s just that way.

Thus the early beer. As Mom and I say, “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.”

It doesn’t help that this is Day 2 of Husband being gone for what seems like will be infinity (closer to 6 months). Single parents, I don’t know how you do it. At least I have Nanny Jenn.

Prior to my near meltdown, caught Max being cute with his friend Otto.

Sometimes I don’t feel equipped to be a good mother. I get frustrated. I don’t pick up on cues. I do things my way, which isn’t the “accepted way.” But really, what is a good mother?
My new friend Toni says she never wanted kids. Now she has 2. She doesn’t feel like a good mother, yet when my son hurts his knee, she’s the one to say “he needs an icepack” before it occurs to me. When Max stares at his chicken biscuit, unsure what to do, she’s the one to suggest I cut it up. I feel lost, unable to automatically do what mothers should in those situations. But I’ll be ok.

My husband is leaving tomorrow to work far, far away for at least 6 months. It’s going to suck in so many ways. He and Max’s relationship will not continue on the path it’s been. We’ll do webcams so they can see each other, but it’s not the same.

Thank goodness for Nanny Jenn. More on her later.